“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on
the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the
clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.”
I just bought a new battery for my laptop, and for some
reason I decided to read the single-page instruction manual it came with. I
learned:
Never throw the battery pack into fire, as that could cause
the battery pack to explode.
Never short-circuit the main battery pack by either
accidentally or intentionally bringing the terminals in contact with another
metal object. This could cause personal injury or a fire, and could also damage
the battery pack.
Never hammer a nail into the battery pack.
Never hit a hammer on the battery pack.
You know someone, somewhere has done each one of these
things. Possibly my son.
What I want to know is…why?
Why would you want
to throw a laptop battery into a fire? Hit it with a hammer or pound a nail
into it? The only reason I can think of is to
find out what happens. Personally, I can’t imagine anything good coming
from those actions, but that’s just me. I’m pretty cautious about
experimentation.
But thankfully, not everyone is like me. We need people who
are curious and test boundaries, or we’d never have inventions like the laptop
and its battery-that-shouldn’t-be-hammered. People who step outside their
comfort zones to try experiments the average person wouldn’t dream of have made
the world an immeasurably better place, often at great cost to themselves. I’m
grateful for the men and women who want to find out what happens. (All I ask is
that they pause for a moment to ask themselves what could go wrong, and how
they’re going to cope if it does.)
Once again, I guess people can be divided into two
categories: Those who put their laptop batteries in their computers and those
who come at them with a hammer. Which one are you?
July is really and truly summer.
There’s no school (both June and August contain a few days of school where we
live). Summer weather patterns set in and we get thunderstorms nearly every
afternoon. I love to hear the rumble of thunder in the distance, watch the
skies darken, hear the pounding rain. Then sun again. Sometimes we get “sunshowers”—rain
and sunshine at the same time.
In July, we slow down. After all, it’s too hot and humid to
do much of anything but sit. Grab a cool glass of something to drink, put your
feet up and chill—usually with a good book. Yeah, that sounds pretty good.
Think I’ll do that this weekend…
Every month, every season has its own pleasures. Though I like
to complain about the heat and humidity, just this once I’m going to shut up
and appreciate what July has to offer.
There are thousands upon thousands of poems about love, many
of them using predictable words, predictable rhymes. Ho-hum. But here the Illinois
poet Lisel Mueller talks about love in a totally fresh and new way, in terms of
table salt. [Introduction by Ted Kooser.]
My husband laughs at me because I read a lot of books about
getting organized. After 24 years of being married, living in seven different
domiciles of my own, moving cross country, and running our household more or
less successfully, he figures I should have it all down pat. What’s funny about
this is he’s often not happy with the level of cleanliness and organization in
our household. (I suppose he thinks I should put down the book and pick up a
broom. And perhaps he's right.) Now, I
believe I am a basically organized person, but sometimes the complexity of life
and the sheer number of different activities and projects I need and want to do
overwhelm me. I’m always on the lookout for something that will make my life
run more smoothly with less mess.
With that in mind, I picked up David Allen’s Getting Things Done, mentioned briefly
here. This is not a book focused on physically decluttering your house or workplace,
but rather one that focuses on setting up a system for getting all your
projects, both large and small, corralled in such a way that you clearly see
what the next step is for each one, and nothing gets lost in the shuffle. I’ve
found it helpful and have been trying to put the principles into practice.
Enter the label maker.
I’ve always resisted a label maker before, feeling like it
was an unnecessary purchase, one that would end up adding to the clutter in my
life. And that may still turn out to be true, but in the meantime I’m using it
to put my files in order, both personal and professional. Before I take the
time to print a label, I make sure whatever’s in that file is really something
I need or want to keep—is it label worthy? It’s been an excellent way to purge
files and simplify the giant wads of paper I tend to accumulate. (Allen isn’t
the only one to recommend a label maker. See here and here.)
Despite what my husband thinks, I have not “read every
organization book known to man.” If you type “getting organized” in Amazon.com’s
search bar you’ll get 5,385 results in books alone and I’ve only read a
small fraction of them! I keep reading because each getting organized book provides one more little piece of the having-a-beautiful life puzzle. I do not think the label maker, or any one gadget or program, is going to magically organize my life. My real goal for getting better organized is to have my family life run smoothly and have time to pursue and get better at my many hobbies and interests. Until I feel like I've got a handle on it all, I'll continue to read about and try new systems. (Next up: Organizing for the Creative Person.)
What’s one thing you do to keep your life running smoothly?
Have you ever opened a library or second-hand book to find a
trace of a previous reader in a left-behind bookmark? I love it when I come
across someone’s marker—it feels like a tiny connection made between me and another
presumably like-minded reader.
Popek, who serves as manager of his family’s used-book
business, loves his most important task: buying and sorting books. (Lucky!) As
he wrote in the introduction, “What I found is that I loved the fact that I
could come across nearly anything: a moldy copy of Ulysses, a Victorian-era scrapbook filled with trade cards, a first
edition of Steinbeck. This treasure hunt still remains my favorite part of
bookselling and led directly to my fascination with forgotten bookmarks.” Popek
aptly terms the left-behind page markers “treasures within treasures.” Collecting
this ephemera became an unlikely passion for Popek who was surprised to find
how interested others were in this unusual hobby. He started his blog
forgottenbookmarks.com in 2007 and the book followed from there.
Each spread in Forgotten
Bookmarks shows a picture of the marker left behind as well as the cover of
the book in which it was found. Popek’s collection includes everything from
four-leaf clovers to recipes, postcards, letters (some heart-breaking),
drawings, ticket stubs, photos, baseball cards, unused cap gun caps, and a few
more unusual items.
Collecting bookmarks is one of my simple pleasures, and
though I have plenty of them, I still find myself shoving whatever is to hand
into my books to mark my place until I can put in a “real” one. I also have a
few books that I like to refer back to from time to time, and I’ve left markers
other than bookmarks in some of them. A quick scan of my shelves and I find I’ve
used the following to mark my place: a small notebook page with two web
addresses I want to check out, a “Non Sequitur” comic strip, a publishing house
order form, a page torn from a page-a-day calendar, and a strip of paper with a
typed writing quote (“In my view a writer is a writer because even when there
is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep
writing anyway”—Juno Diaz). I usually make sure I flip through any books I’m
returning to the library or trading/donating for anything left behind, but now
I’m reconsidering. I might just leave something in the next book I get rid of,
as a way of saying hello to the next reader who picks it up.
“The United States is the only country with a known birthday.”—James G. Blaine
Here are a few quotes in honor of that birthday. Hope you
have a festive 4th!
“America
is much more than a geographical fact. It is a political and moral fact—the first
community in which men set out in principle to institutionalize freedom,
responsible government, and human equality.”—Adlai Stevenson
“How often we fail to
realize our good fortune in living in a country where happiness is more than a
lack of tragedy.”—Paul Sweeney
“Those who won our
independence believed liberty to be the secret of happiness and courage to be
the secret of liberty.”—Louis D. Brandeis